My love for you grows everyday in each and every way.
It grows when you look at me, when you say my name.
It grows when I hold you close at night
and can feel your heart beating against mine.
It grows when our hands meet and each of our fingers
lace together perfectly.
It grows when I tickle you and you cant help, but laugh.
It grows when you talk about us in the future,
because I couldn’t imagine it
with anyone else but you.
And most of all it grows when you say I Love You.
Poem from Short Poem
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